Thursday, 28 February 2019
Wednesday, 27 February 2019
One of the buildings I wanted to find
was the Cadmans cottage.And it found me!There it was in all its glory as I was making my way to the Bridge yesterday,the oldest standing building in Sydney.
The Sydney Harbour Bridge has a pedestrian walkway.
And I have walked the walk.From one end to the other and back again.
The Sydney Opera House was 14 years in the making
The Sydney Opera House was 14 years in the making, completed in 1973.
Truth be told it is not my type of a structure,it looks like flying saucers glued together,but it is an iconic building people love and who am I to contradict them.
In 2017 Conde Nast Traveller voted Sydney the world's favourite tourist destination and 18th most beautiful city in the world.Topping the list was Venice,followed by Hong Kong.
I vote Sydney Harbour the loveliest harbour in the world.
In Sydney our spot in The Harbour
was occupied by The Carnival Spitit for the day,so tender was used to ferry us to a pier ashore.What a tender!Unedultarated luxury.What a pier! Next to the Sydney Opera House.
The Australian Border Security Officers
came on board of Queen Victoria on 25 February 2019 to conduct a face to face immigration inspection.I was the first in line,cleared at 8.30 and then the day was mine.This is the way to do it when dealing with several thousand people,most of whom leave a substantial amount of dollars in the country.Thank you Australia,you have come up trumps.In America we were hearded like cattle and fingerprinted.Twice.Two days later The Queen Victoria dropped anchor in the Sydney Harbour about 1km from dry land.This magnificent view welcomed me whe I stepped onto my balcony.
Tuesday, 26 February 2019
Monday, 25 February 2019
The entertainment.
Being so far from Europe it is cheaper to fly in the entertainers from NZ and Australia.
Simon McKinney,NZ No1 character impersonator is not my kind of funny.
His take off of the upper crust English left me cold,in fact,found it unpleasant.
Australian singer Annie Frances is harsh and her voice matches her personality.The 70's songs
she had chosen to sing for us were not a good choice.
Paul Martell may have been voted the Australian "comedian of the year" on 12 occasions,he may have toured with Andy Williams,John Denver and Shirley Bassey,e.g.,but did he make me laugh? NO.
His wife joined him on stage.That nailed the coffin.
Tonight Tenori are going to sing for us."The lads are known or their stylish,unique and often hilarious takes on songs from the worlds of Opera,Musical Theatre,Pop and Jazz...they have beautiful voices..."
We shall see.
Simon McKinney,NZ No1 character impersonator is not my kind of funny.
His take off of the upper crust English left me cold,in fact,found it unpleasant.
Australian singer Annie Frances is harsh and her voice matches her personality.The 70's songs
she had chosen to sing for us were not a good choice.
Paul Martell may have been voted the Australian "comedian of the year" on 12 occasions,he may have toured with Andy Williams,John Denver and Shirley Bassey,e.g.,but did he make me laugh? NO.
His wife joined him on stage.That nailed the coffin.
Tonight Tenori are going to sing for us."The lads are known or their stylish,unique and often hilarious takes on songs from the worlds of Opera,Musical Theatre,Pop and Jazz...they have beautiful voices..."
We shall see.
Sunday, 24 February 2019
The Bay of Islands, a New Zealand territory,has been the best port destination to date.
It has 144 islands, mostly inhabited.
We docked near the Waitangi Treaty Grounds where the New Zealand history was made.
In fact we had to be ferried 15 minutes ashore by tenders, as the water near the land was too shallow to allow the Queen Victoria to dock in the port itself.
On 6 February 1840 a pact was signed between Great Britain and many Maori chieftains.
The Maori accepted British Sovereignty and the crown offered protection of Maori land and possessions.The flagstaff marks the spot where the treaty was signed,next to the house owned by James Busby,the first British representative in New Zealand and the brains behind the treaty.Not all Maori chieftains trusted the British.And quite rightly so.The greed and disregard for the natives soon reared its ugly head and when the Maori protested, they were told they misread the terms of the treaty.
Mr Busby had neither the will nor the teeth to enforce it.
The house of James Busby is kept as an authentic simple museum.
There is a modern museum in the Waitangi Treaty Grounds where the remains of the 1840 can be found.
6 February is a national holiday in New Zealand,it is celebrated as Waitangi Day.
There is in the Waitangi Treaty Grounds a 120 ft long canoe built in 1940 named Ngatokimatawhaorua,after the canoe in which Kupe discovered New Zealand.
The 40 NZ dollars gets you the entry to the beautifully looked after grounds.I suggested the British should pay at least twice as much,as they had been the colonisers and I should be let off completely.You should have seen the look on the faces of the Brits in the queue!
We docked near the Waitangi Treaty Grounds where the New Zealand history was made.
In fact we had to be ferried 15 minutes ashore by tenders, as the water near the land was too shallow to allow the Queen Victoria to dock in the port itself.
On 6 February 1840 a pact was signed between Great Britain and many Maori chieftains.
The Maori accepted British Sovereignty and the crown offered protection of Maori land and possessions.The flagstaff marks the spot where the treaty was signed,next to the house owned by James Busby,the first British representative in New Zealand and the brains behind the treaty.Not all Maori chieftains trusted the British.And quite rightly so.The greed and disregard for the natives soon reared its ugly head and when the Maori protested, they were told they misread the terms of the treaty.
Mr Busby had neither the will nor the teeth to enforce it.
The house of James Busby is kept as an authentic simple museum.
There is a modern museum in the Waitangi Treaty Grounds where the remains of the 1840 can be found.
6 February is a national holiday in New Zealand,it is celebrated as Waitangi Day.
There is in the Waitangi Treaty Grounds a 120 ft long canoe built in 1940 named Ngatokimatawhaorua,after the canoe in which Kupe discovered New Zealand.
The 40 NZ dollars gets you the entry to the beautifully looked after grounds.I suggested the British should pay at least twice as much,as they had been the colonisers and I should be let off completely.You should have seen the look on the faces of the Brits in the queue!
New Zealand is the 77 th country I have visited to date.
The travellers' Century club,founded in 1954, has 1 400 members.
These are people who have been to at least 100 countries and territories in the world.
These are people who have been to at least 100 countries and territories in the world.
Thursday, 21 February 2019
There is nothing I like better than sitting in the most beautiful library at sea
and looking through dictionaries or reading quotations.
Oh,to be seventy again!-Oliver Wendell,US jurist & judge,on seeing a pretty girl at the age of 86.
The buck stops here. Harry S. Truman.
Age is strictly a case of mind over matter.If you don't mind,it does not matter.Jack Benny.
A man is as old as he feels.A woman as old as she looks.
The old believe everything; the middle - aged suspect everything; the young know everything.
Do you carry anything sharp? Only my tongue. Yours truly,when going through security at the Heathrow airport.
Oh,to be seventy again!-Oliver Wendell,US jurist & judge,on seeing a pretty girl at the age of 86.
The buck stops here. Harry S. Truman.
Age is strictly a case of mind over matter.If you don't mind,it does not matter.Jack Benny.
A man is as old as he feels.A woman as old as she looks.
The old believe everything; the middle - aged suspect everything; the young know everything.
Do you carry anything sharp? Only my tongue. Yours truly,when going through security at the Heathrow airport.
At 5 this morning we docked in the port of Tauranga,New Zealand.
Where?,I hear you say.
Yes, exactly.
Matamata,a town about an hour's drive from Tauranga,was chosen as the film location for director Peter Jackson's award winning adaptation of J.R.R.Tolkien's "The Lord of the Rings" trilogy.The movie set was completely rebuilt as Hobbiton vllage in 2010 for the filming of the 2012 adaptation of the prequel novel "The Hobbit".
I have nor read any of Mr Tolkien's books.
I have not seen any film adaptation of his books.
What is the likelihood I would want to see the film set?
So today is my "off " day.
I am sitting in the immaculate Burger King with the excellent wi-fi,drinking juice and listening to most awful music.And I am happy.
Yes, exactly.
Matamata,a town about an hour's drive from Tauranga,was chosen as the film location for director Peter Jackson's award winning adaptation of J.R.R.Tolkien's "The Lord of the Rings" trilogy.The movie set was completely rebuilt as Hobbiton vllage in 2010 for the filming of the 2012 adaptation of the prequel novel "The Hobbit".
I have nor read any of Mr Tolkien's books.
I have not seen any film adaptation of his books.
What is the likelihood I would want to see the film set?
So today is my "off " day.
I am sitting in the immaculate Burger King with the excellent wi-fi,drinking juice and listening to most awful music.And I am happy.
Tonga has 170 islands, only 36 are inhabited.
Nuku'alofa is the capital and also an island."Tonga" means "South" and it is believed he inhabitants moved "South" from Samoa.
The Samoans and Tongans are considered to be the most intelligent of all the Polynesian people.
Having written and posted my very first postcards of this cruise,at 11.15 I went in search of a taxi and found a driver immediately.
The islnd of Nuku'alofa is 17 miles long and 9 miles wide.
There were four sites I wanted to see and we agreed the price of $60 for all.
The Kolovai village,the most beautiful of the villages we had driven through, is the home of the sacred fruit bats,also known as flying foxes,who live in the casaurina trees.Smelly and noisy, they can only be killed by the Royals.
When we arrived, there was already a busload of people from the ship.
The three-headed coconut tree is one of the natural wonders of the Polynesian world and we passed one on the way to the next attraction,the blowholes.
Blowholes are a 5 km stretch of shoreline,where the water shoots up to 20,30 m, creating the loveliest of spectacles,my favourite attraction on Tonga. For a few minutes there is nothing, then suddenly there is a shot of water and you do not always have the chance to take a photo.
The Captain Cook's landing place,his third visit to Tonga in 1777, is a quiet bay amid dirt and squalor.
It is incomprehensible to me that the island can spare 7 days to celebrate the King's birthday for a week in July when everything is closed,yet they cannot find time to clean up at least around this much visited site.
Ha'amonga,a Maui Trilithon,is a structure similar to Stonehenge.No-one knows when it was built,probably 800 years ago.And no-one knows why it was built,very likely to determine the seasons.
Tonga is the first country in the world to celebrate New Year.It is the first country in the world where the sun rises.
We passed a prison site,it looked better than many houses.
We stopped for the driver to replace a burst tyre.
We were handed a speeding ticket.
Tonga has about 100 000 residents,people drive with open doors, because someone who sleeps inside the car, has to stretch his legs.And my taxi driver manages to get a speeding ticket.Never in my entire life have I heard of a taxi driver getting a speeding ticket.
Yes, I loved Tonga.
Tonga is the only South Pacific country that was never colonised by a European country.
In 1900 Tonga became a British protectorate.
In 1970 Tonga gained independence from whatever this protectorate was.But I cannot for the life of me see the difference between being colonised and being a protectorate.
In 1970 Tonga gained independence from whatever this protectorate was.But I cannot for the life of me see the difference between being colonised and being a protectorate.
Wednesday, 20 February 2019
Tonga.
Yes, my day on Apia, Samoa,was the best day I've had on this cruise to date.And had Tonga offered wi-fi somewhere,anywhere,it would have a pride of place,or is it place of pride,next to Samoa.
We, in Europe, are so used to certain comforts, that it is rather strange when something so readily available to us, is not available.
We docked in the capital at 8, the Ministry of Culture band,dancers and singers, welcoming the ship as the first cruise ship to arrive this year [due to the hurricanes two had cancelled].And we were happy to be under the cloudless sky with The Royal Palace almost on our door-step.And then dark dense clouds enveloped the ship and the heavens opened.But the band played on, the singers kept singing,the dancers dancing.
40 minutes later the downpour had stopped and I ventured out. Tonga had Post Office a short walk away and my priority was to get postcards. Having completed my purchases I sat down in a rather pleasant coffee shop.
We docked in the capital at 8, the Ministry of Culture band,dancers and singers, welcoming the ship as the first cruise ship to arrive this year [due to the hurricanes two had cancelled].And we were happy to be under the cloudless sky with The Royal Palace almost on our door-step.And then dark dense clouds enveloped the ship and the heavens opened.But the band played on, the singers kept singing,the dancers dancing.
40 minutes later the downpour had stopped and I ventured out. Tonga had Post Office a short walk away and my priority was to get postcards. Having completed my purchases I sat down in a rather pleasant coffee shop.
Two tables were occupied by businessmen [always a good sign coffee is good] discussing contracts.The latte was excellent, made from locally grown beans.After about half an hour I thought I caught one of the men looking at me,smiling.Another half an hour and having finished writing my cards, I got up and went to the counter to pay.The man whom I thought had smiled at me,suddenly by my side.I am Tom,he said, Canadian, my colleagues would vouch for my integrity.
Would you please have lunch with me, there is a lovely restaurant not far and by 1 I should be free. Why, I asked incredulously. You were often smiling when writing,people dont usually do that,you must be a very nice person and I would like to get to know you better. I am here until 5 only and I have plans,I replied slowly. After lunch my driver would take us anywhere you wish. No,thank you,another day,another time maybe.
He kept on smiling - please take my card,the world is a much smaller place than it at times seems,it is easy for two people to meet even though they may live on different continents.So here I am looking at Tom's business card,considering whether the world really is such a small place.
He kept on smiling - please take my card,the world is a much smaller place than it at times seems,it is easy for two people to meet even though they may live on different continents.So here I am looking at Tom's business card,considering whether the world really is such a small place.
"Hell is other people",said Jean Paul Sartre.
Yes,a stumblebum for a neighbour,combined with relentless heat that gives no respite in the Tropics,can be a double whammy to endure.
Having had my fill of "free" wi-fi,not "free" at all, really,as a glass of orange juice at $5 pays for the use of wi-fi handsomely [and I had three], but it is lovely sitting in a comfy chair in a pleasant foyer of a hotel,even though there was,surprisingly, no ventilation of any kind in the public areas of the best hotel on Samoa, Sheraton, I decided just after 4 to walk back to the ship.
The 12 or so minutes seemed in the scorching heat twice as long.
It was a relief to be back on The Queen Victoria.
The stateroom was cool, but the balcony floor unbearable to walk on and the chairs impossible to sit on.
So I washed all my clothes [ there is a clothes line above the tub ],had a shower and went to dinner.
In bed flipping the TV channels I happily deduced I had the best port day on this cruise.
Having had my fill of "free" wi-fi,not "free" at all, really,as a glass of orange juice at $5 pays for the use of wi-fi handsomely [and I had three], but it is lovely sitting in a comfy chair in a pleasant foyer of a hotel,even though there was,surprisingly, no ventilation of any kind in the public areas of the best hotel on Samoa, Sheraton, I decided just after 4 to walk back to the ship.
The 12 or so minutes seemed in the scorching heat twice as long.
It was a relief to be back on The Queen Victoria.
The stateroom was cool, but the balcony floor unbearable to walk on and the chairs impossible to sit on.
So I washed all my clothes [ there is a clothes line above the tub ],had a shower and went to dinner.
In bed flipping the TV channels I happily deduced I had the best port day on this cruise.
Tuesday, 19 February 2019
Queen Victoria docked in Apia,the capital of Western Samoa,on Sunday 17 February 2019.
Sunday is never a good day to arrive in any port,especially in a religious country like Samoa.Everything was closed. Not that I wanted to buy anything except postcards and stamps.Not on a Sunday in Samoa.There were some stalls on the quay with identical clothes, people were browsing.Not for me.
Robert Louis Stevenson,the author of The Treasure Island and my favourite book of his, Kidnapped,also a lovely film of the same name,arrived in Samoa in 1889,suffering from tuberculosis,and died there 5 years later,having built Villa Vailima at the foot of Mt Vaea on a plot of land he had purchased for £200.The wish of this "Tusitala" the teller of tales,to be buried at the top of the mountain,had been fulfilled by the Samoans,who cut the dense tropical undergrowth to the summit and the burial ceremony was almost a royal occasion.In the travel books Mr Stevenson is given a scant mention as if the travel writers had never been on Samoa and not see that Villa Vailima,now a museum,is the only place of any importance and value other than a protestant cathedral on Apia,anything else is just business created by tour companies.
In the 19th century Samoa was divided into American Samoa in the East [in 1872 the harbour of Pago Pago had been ceded to the US ] and German Samoa in the West [the Germans appropriated Villa Vailima for their use .]
The Western Samoa gained independence in 1962 and in 1997 changed its name to Samoa.
"There is a nice walk from the pier to the Mulinuu Peninsula,flower beds on the streets..."says the ship's guide to Apia.
There is nothing nice about the walk from the pier,no flower beds anywhere,the pavements and roads have more holes than Swiss cheese,in places covered by dirty threadbare carpet,yes,carpet,making the roads not only look absolutely ludicrous,but very dangerous to walk on,as one can see the deep dips only when one's foot twists into them.Ferocious heat does not help either,but for me the best way to get to know a place is by walking. So I walked for a good km and then negotiated a $40 ride to take me to the Stevenson museum and the Protestant cathedral.The museum grounds are beautifully kept,as is the museum,all furniture other than a safe, replicas, but done beautifully [The Germans had disposed of everything British,when they occupied Mr Stevenson's home. ]
The Sunday service just finished when we got to the cathedral,it is beautiful inside,simple, colourful.And then I invited the polite and helpful taxi driver for a glass of pineapple juice in the Sheraton hotel,he told me about his life and children and asked a lot about my life and then he dropped me off at the ship.Soaked to the skin from sweat,the heat was ferocious,I quickly changed,had a very pleasant lunch and took a $2 ride back to the Sheraton for some wi-fi therapy.I spent 2 blissful hours in the foyer with a lovely American couple and a waitress from the hotel,all of us sitting at the same table,occasionally smiling at each other.Then an English buffoon sat next to the waitress and started telling her about the most awful tour he had just come from.Our peace shattered.The girl was visibly uncomfortable,poor thing, the precious time communicating with her family in ruins,she got up and said she had to go back to work.The American couple followed. I did not even react when he turned his attention to me,just ordered another orange juice.
Hell is other people, said Jean Paul Sartre,the French philosopher.Yes, other people can be hell.
Robert Louis Stevenson,the author of The Treasure Island and my favourite book of his, Kidnapped,also a lovely film of the same name,arrived in Samoa in 1889,suffering from tuberculosis,and died there 5 years later,having built Villa Vailima at the foot of Mt Vaea on a plot of land he had purchased for £200.The wish of this "Tusitala" the teller of tales,to be buried at the top of the mountain,had been fulfilled by the Samoans,who cut the dense tropical undergrowth to the summit and the burial ceremony was almost a royal occasion.In the travel books Mr Stevenson is given a scant mention as if the travel writers had never been on Samoa and not see that Villa Vailima,now a museum,is the only place of any importance and value other than a protestant cathedral on Apia,anything else is just business created by tour companies.
In the 19th century Samoa was divided into American Samoa in the East [in 1872 the harbour of Pago Pago had been ceded to the US ] and German Samoa in the West [the Germans appropriated Villa Vailima for their use .]
The Western Samoa gained independence in 1962 and in 1997 changed its name to Samoa.
"There is a nice walk from the pier to the Mulinuu Peninsula,flower beds on the streets..."says the ship's guide to Apia.
There is nothing nice about the walk from the pier,no flower beds anywhere,the pavements and roads have more holes than Swiss cheese,in places covered by dirty threadbare carpet,yes,carpet,making the roads not only look absolutely ludicrous,but very dangerous to walk on,as one can see the deep dips only when one's foot twists into them.Ferocious heat does not help either,but for me the best way to get to know a place is by walking. So I walked for a good km and then negotiated a $40 ride to take me to the Stevenson museum and the Protestant cathedral.The museum grounds are beautifully kept,as is the museum,all furniture other than a safe, replicas, but done beautifully [The Germans had disposed of everything British,when they occupied Mr Stevenson's home. ]
The Sunday service just finished when we got to the cathedral,it is beautiful inside,simple, colourful.And then I invited the polite and helpful taxi driver for a glass of pineapple juice in the Sheraton hotel,he told me about his life and children and asked a lot about my life and then he dropped me off at the ship.Soaked to the skin from sweat,the heat was ferocious,I quickly changed,had a very pleasant lunch and took a $2 ride back to the Sheraton for some wi-fi therapy.I spent 2 blissful hours in the foyer with a lovely American couple and a waitress from the hotel,all of us sitting at the same table,occasionally smiling at each other.Then an English buffoon sat next to the waitress and started telling her about the most awful tour he had just come from.Our peace shattered.The girl was visibly uncomfortable,poor thing, the precious time communicating with her family in ruins,she got up and said she had to go back to work.The American couple followed. I did not even react when he turned his attention to me,just ordered another orange juice.
Hell is other people, said Jean Paul Sartre,the French philosopher.Yes, other people can be hell.
Wednesday, 13 February 2019
In Cabo San Lucas,Mexico,on 2 February
I woke up with the mother of throat and chest pains.feeling as if my insides were on fire.
There was a 2h tour "Whale watching" I was so looking forward to.Barely an hour into the adventure too tired to fight my corner to obtain and keep a prime position, I sat down by the water stained window.There were whales frolicking with their babies,dolphins jumping up for my pleasure,there were other fish,too,the name of which I never registered.I simply stopped caring. I had lost the will to live.Back on dry land I set out to look for a pharmacy,they all were closed for lunch, so a cup of coffee and wi-fi were in order.Yes, madam,no problem,you can have both.The liquid muck undrinkable and when I tried to connect was told - I do not know what the problem is, we have no internet today.Crooks.
I picked up some syrup,ibuprofen and antibiotics.Yes, in Mexico you an get antibiotics without a prescription.And a God send they turned out to be.
Back on bard I collapsed into the bed and slept, and slept, and slept.
Almost a week later I was not feeling any better,on the contrary, I lost my voice.
So I looked up Mayo clinic [my most trusted source of information] what their views on sore throat was. If it does not go in 2 days,the cause is not virus, it is bacteria and must be treated with antibiotics to avoid any future problems.
My doctor would never ever prescribe me antibiotics, not even if I were on a deathbed.
The next time she so adamantly refuses to do so,I will, quote her the Mayo clinic.
And yes, four days later I am beginning to feel much better.
There was a 2h tour "Whale watching" I was so looking forward to.Barely an hour into the adventure too tired to fight my corner to obtain and keep a prime position, I sat down by the water stained window.There were whales frolicking with their babies,dolphins jumping up for my pleasure,there were other fish,too,the name of which I never registered.I simply stopped caring. I had lost the will to live.Back on dry land I set out to look for a pharmacy,they all were closed for lunch, so a cup of coffee and wi-fi were in order.Yes, madam,no problem,you can have both.The liquid muck undrinkable and when I tried to connect was told - I do not know what the problem is, we have no internet today.Crooks.
I picked up some syrup,ibuprofen and antibiotics.Yes, in Mexico you an get antibiotics without a prescription.And a God send they turned out to be.
Back on bard I collapsed into the bed and slept, and slept, and slept.
Almost a week later I was not feeling any better,on the contrary, I lost my voice.
So I looked up Mayo clinic [my most trusted source of information] what their views on sore throat was. If it does not go in 2 days,the cause is not virus, it is bacteria and must be treated with antibiotics to avoid any future problems.
My doctor would never ever prescribe me antibiotics, not even if I were on a deathbed.
The next time she so adamantly refuses to do so,I will, quote her the Mayo clinic.
And yes, four days later I am beginning to feel much better.
FACEBOOK has 2.3 billion users worldwide.
I am one of them.Oh, it had not been easy,I had to be dragged by my family kicking and screaming to join.
"Facebook is facing a wave of criticism over issues of manipulation,misinformation,abuse...".
I do not know about that.
All I know is the joy it brings me every day.
FACEBOOK is wonderful.
Mr Zuckerberg is a genius.
"Facebook is facing a wave of criticism over issues of manipulation,misinformation,abuse...".
I do not know about that.
All I know is the joy it brings me every day.
FACEBOOK is wonderful.
Mr Zuckerberg is a genius.
Friday, 8 February 2019
Who has not heard of San Francisco.
The memories of my first visit to the city have been of the nicest kind.The clam chowder. The sourdough.Will I be able to retrace my steps and find the lovely little restaurant with the menu written on the glass windows,where I had such a nice time talking to the owner?
The moment I left the cruise terminal I knew it was not going to happen.But a local resident had recommended Boudins some 2 km away. Having taken the first sip I was puzzled,is this the clam chowder I was dreaming of?
The moment I left the cruise terminal I knew it was not going to happen.But a local resident had recommended Boudins some 2 km away. Having taken the first sip I was puzzled,is this the clam chowder I was dreaming of?
Before I took my fifth spoonful a massive plate of calamari was on the table. Are these people nuts? Surely you serve one course, and only when it is eaten, you bring the next.Having quickly assessed the situation I knew I was going to say good-bye to the $ 17.I was not going to have it cold, I was not going to ask them to reheat it.The Yanks are well known for spitting into food if their goat is up, in fact never ever do I send the food back anywhere.I rather cut my losses.On the 2 km walk back I met
several down and outs looking for food in bins, so one of them was going to have calamari with tartare sauce.
I had no energy to walk back to the ship and hopped into the first parked cab.The moment the driver opened his mouth I knew I was making a big mistake.Looked like an idiot, talked like an idiot. They find me.But it was a short ride back and I let the cab take the strain.
I had no energy to walk back to the ship and hopped into the first parked cab.The moment the driver opened his mouth I knew I was making a big mistake.Looked like an idiot, talked like an idiot. They find me.But it was a short ride back and I let the cab take the strain.
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